In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

terça-feira, 19 de julho de 2011

The fabled roads of the love

The love is always in first place, but nobody has courage of attributing her the prize. The medal of gold goes because for the love. He is the winner of all of the medals.

They guarantee that in the politics the silence is not made of gold. But in the love it is, it is enough to feel the silences of the glances.

They say that on the whole side the life is full of heroism. Yes, it proves him the fight of the heroic love.

When the electric circuits of our heart suffer a voltage overload, it is commonly this the one that called love.

It is finally it Lord it went down, it was long but it arrived. But no longer there was nobody for loving. He has a lot that the love had gotten lost in the Earth.

The heart short circuit is what felt when we are betrayed for who loved. The fuses of the love are founded.

They say that it doesn't exist eternal. Playful, it is what are. He exists yes gentleman, the eternal love.

In the first times the hunt of the love was to the blow. Then it was the kiss. To follow kiss with flowers and the whole luck of offerings. Today, in the love it is worth everything.

Without physical contact, without caresses, the love is suffering. Never stand back of the love. Never leave him only.

The life in the Earth extinguishes very quickly, because no longer there is nobody that knows love. Or will it be that we attended the last pair's of lovers end?

Shady they are the roads of the darkness. Clear, of intense brightness they are the roads of the love, where all got lost.

In any activity of our life, the time is always present. In the love no, the time stops, I eat if it didn't exist. The love is the time.

A love smile is the most wonderful thing than it can happen us. He/she always smiled lovingly that the love will contemplate you.

When we remembered our last lives, we verified afflicted that those that left very early for the eternal, it was because we didn't love them convincingly. We confused selfishness with love.

The fight for the love is never in vain. Be always persevering, and the love in you will wake up. Therefore, don't waste time with futile things. He/she dedicates you, he/she gives you to the slavery of the love.

Because it is that we make love in public immoral, susceptible to prison is considered? But the animals make him/it, and we found very natural. He/she wants to say that the walls of the shame of the love still were not demolished.

Gold price

Brent

Crude

BANKS IN LUANDA.

We deposited our money in the banks of Luanda, and when we want him, the money disappeared and the banks don't take the responsibility, therefore of banks they only have the name. Destroy the corrupt ones!

Agualusa "For the first time, I feel that can say that am a writer

when of the release of her last book, the Rainha Ginga, a report of "as the Africans they invented the world". In declarations to the Portuguese agency, José Eduardo Agualusa said that her new book, that he "wanted to write there is a long time", the answers "an inquietude" of the Angolan ones, that you want to know her past, in a new perspetive. Agualusa explained that it "took time" to write it, because he had of "informing more" and he needed to "put in the head of the it Swings, in her universe", pointing out that "everything happened in a time very retreated."

S.O.S. UN! SURVIVE OF THE GANGS OF THE DEATH!

The bank millennium in the street king Katyavala, in Luanda, Angola, has the generator at night to do a lot of gas and in the daytime, and the residents are with the windows and closed doors, but even so they are impeded of they live her normal life. The residents already complained but in vain. They are Portuguese of the teixeira duarte that have orders for us to kill us for later occupy the 3 buildings. The land in the rears already spoiled it. That is a beautiful invitation to the general revolt.